April 30/365 Vara

Vara created me. She pried open my small-town mind with her long, strong fingers. Artist’s hands. She cooked for me, and poured good wine. She explained the sacred and the mundane; she told me secrets so I would not have to travel some hard roads. When I took them anyway, she held me, until the bitter tears ceased.


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